The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

The Ocean's Embrace (Edited 11/1/24)

Note: Percy is 18 years old in this story.

Percilla Jackson thought the war was over. After the defeat of Kronos, she hoped for a semblance of normalcy, maybe even a chance to enjoy a summer without impending doom. Yet, peace for a demigod is a fleeting luxury, and as she stood on the beach at Camp Half-Blood, staring out at the rolling waves, a sense of unease gnawed at her.

The ocean was her sanctuary, a place where she felt the presence of her father, Poseidon, strongest. But today, the sea seemed different. The waves were restless, crashing against the shore with unusual ferocity. Percy could feel the power behind them, an ancient energy that called to her in a way she couldn't ignore.

"Percy," a voice called, soft but commanding. Percy turned to see Anthony approaching, his gray eyes filled with concern. "You've been out here for hours. What's going on?"

"I don't know," Percy admitted, running a hand through her long dark hair. "I feel like something's pulling me out there." She gestured to the vast expanse of water. "Like I'm supposed to go."

Anthony frowned. "Do you think it's Poseidon?"

Percy shook her head. "It doesn't feel like him. It feels... different. Stronger."

Before Anthony could respond, a massive wave surged up, crashing down on the shore and drenching them both. As the water receded, Percy felt a powerful tug, as if the ocean itself were trying to drag her in.

"Percy!" Anthony shouted, grabbing her arm. But it was too late. The water enveloped her, pulling her under with an irresistible force. She saw Anthony's panicked face for a split second before everything went dark.

When Percy awoke, she found herself lying on a cold, rocky floor. The air was thick with the scent of salt and something else, something metallic. She pushed herself up, her body aching, and looked around. She was in a cavern, the walls shimmering with a faint, eerie light.

"Welcome, Percilla Jackson," a voice echoed through the chamber.

Percy spun around to see a figure emerging from the shadows. He was tall and imposing, with golden-blonde hair that flows like waves and icy blue eyes that glowed with an intensity that made Percy's heart race. The man donned an ornamental patterned golden choker and dark blue clothing with a golden border that covers the entire upper half of his body, revealing his abdomen and chest. Around his biceps, he wore a pair of golden rings. This was not the Poseidon she knew. This was someone else entirely.

"Who are you?" Percy demanded, reaching for Riptide, but finding her sword missing.

The figure smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I am Poseidon," he said, his voice smooth and hypnotic. "But not the one you know. I come from another realm, a place where gods and mortals clash in a battle for survival. And I have chosen you, Percy."

"Chosen me for what?" Percy asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Poseidon's smile widened, showing shark-like teeth. "For my champion. My beloved. In my world, gods do not simply command respect; we take what we desire. And I desire you, Percilla Jackson."

What did he just say?! Desire me?!

Percy's heart pounded rapidly in her chest. This Poseidon was different, more intense, more possessive. She took a step back, but the god moved faster, closing the distance between them in an instant.

"You don't have to be afraid," Poseidon whispered, his hand brushing Percy's cheek. "I will protect you, cherish you. You will never want for anything."

Percy shivered at the touch, a mix of fear and something else swirling within her. "I don't belong here," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to get back to my world, to my mom and friends!" She jerked away from his touch. "And I have a boyfriend!"

Poseidon's expression darkened. He lashed out, grabbing her arm with a tight grip. "Your world is no longer your concern, especially that insignificant half-breed! You are mine now, Percilla, and I will not let anyone take you from me!"

Percy struggled, but this Poseidon's strength was overwhelming. She could feel the god's power, an ancient and unyielding force that wrapped around her like the ocean's depths.

"You will come to love me," Poseidon murmured, his lips inches from Percy's ear. "In time, you will see that this is where you belong."

Tears of frustration and fear welled up in Percy's eyes. "I'll never love you," she spat.

Poseidon chuckled darkly, a sound that sent chills down Percy's spine. "We shall see, my beloved. We shall see."

As the god's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, Percy knew she was trapped. But she also knew one thing for certain: she would find a way to escape. She had to. For her friends, her family, her world, and freedom.

The ocean's embrace was cold and unrelenting, but Percy Jackson was not one to give up easily. She would fight, no matter the cost.